He left his hat on his desk. Inside it's black with grease. Why, what a fool I was, we all were.
Daddy's friends used to complain that all the years they were going bald as taters, he never lost a hair off his head. And another thing, his face is always smooth, as if he's come up directly from the barber's, even when I know for a fact he's only just got out of bed. I should have wondered about that, shouldn't I? But a girl's not inclined to set to wondering, when it's her own Daddy and he doesn't care for being stared at. And he never seemed like anything but your regular poker-playing whisky-drinking good fellow. Not exactly handsome, but a real charmer with the ladies.
It turns my stomach. How could Momma? How could she? Could that be true? Could you be married to someone without the slightest idea who they were? I am sitting here in Daddy's study at Daddy's desk in Daddy's big leather chair, and any minute now he is going to walk in here and catch me.
I know what he would rather I did.
And this is not your private study anymore. You're not really going to come across the landing and find me poking about, are you? I can do what I please now. The thing is, quite above and beyond the thing itself, this changes everything. For instance, if Daddy's not my Daddy, who is?
I just can't see a fine upstanding woman like Momma carrying on with another Did he tell her, 'Go right ahead, Cecilia, don't mind me'? I just cannot see Daddy putting up with that kind of malarkey. I'm counting on him to have left something, some kind of clue. Surely it would be here if it was anywhere, wedged in one of these bursting drawers or pigeonholes, slipped in between these old campaign handbills and Democratic Party Meeting notices and postal cards to 'good old Murray Hall'.
Something you never got around to mentioning, something you always wanted to say. You and Momma did plan to tell me, didn't you? I expect you just didn't quite know how to broach it. Surely you didn't reckon to let me go my whole life through not knowing who in the heck I am? This must be it. I knew it would be here. So simple, a folded paper with 'Minnie' on the outside: I can hardly bear to open it. His notes were never more than ten words long. This desk is full of the junk of a whole lifetime. My stomach is growling now. But what I'm looking for must be in here somewhere.
He always said I had Mamma's eyes and his nose.
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The Senator used to say, 'Isn't she the dead spit of her Daddy? Now I am making a right mess and papers are falling on the rug but I don't care. It has got to be written down, surely? Where I was born, how they got me. There must be a letter or a certificate or a photograph even. Something with my name on. Could be my name is not my name, of course. It could be staring me blue in the face and I'd never recognize it.
Maybe I am not an Imelda but a Priscilla or an Agnes. And of course I am not a Hall either. God knows what I am.
A stray, a foreigner? Come to think of it, I've got no proof I'm twenty-two years old. Could be it's all lies. I am not rightly anyone or anything now. Just like a bit of orange peel floating down the gutter. It makes me shake to think of it. Not about my name so much as about Daddy. When I think of him now I could just rip him to pieces. I am quite an independent person.
My friends and I go all over the city on the subway trains. Yet Daddy has always been able to cut me down to size and make me feel like a little idiot girl. Then the other day I came down all ready for a party and Daddy made a very cutting remark about the neck of my bodice. I told him it was all the rage but he said I might as well serve up my bosoms on a plate for the fellows.
He made me go right upstairs and change my whole ensemble and I was late for the party. And to think that all this time, all these years - well, there's no other way to put it, but Daddy had bosoms himself. What kind of monster plays a trick that lasts a lifetime? What kind of woman decides to be a man? These cards are so old they've gone yellow. How Daddy'd started out as a nobody fresh off the boat and now he was a professional bondsman, but best of all, he was rich in friends, and what else could a man rely on in this world?
There was that one time Daddy got wild at Skelly's on Tenth Avenue and whipped a policeman in the street, ended up in the station house.
But his buddies squared it in the right quarters, and he was home for breakfast. Momma had been worried near out of her mind. But the Democrats can fix anything in New York. Sometimes it takes a bribe or a riot or maybe even a body in the river, I've heard, but the job gets done. You keep on the right side of the Tammany Hall men, Daddy used to say, you wear a permanent smile. I wonder what they would say if they could see him now.
If they lifted the sheet, as I cannot bear to do.
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A lot more creepy than I expected after the first book, Gated. More Details The room was also dusty and the furniture frayed. I am sitting here in Daddy's study at Daddy's desk in Daddy's big leather chair, and any minute now he is going to walk in here and catch me. Brown, Brian, and Jonathan were up to something extreme, but I had no idea what.
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